Chapter 860 International Express

Are you thin?

Mu Zi subconsciously raised her hand to caress her cheeks. Ever since she received the news of Huo Rong's death, she had been in a daze for more than a month. Only the days when she and Chen Nanfeng were investigating the case were clear.

I don't have much appetite every day, so I use ginseng and bird's nest to supplement myself desperately. I know in my heart that I can't break down. Even if I get a nosebleed, I have to live well and wait for him to come back.

"It looks better in thinner clothes." Mu Zi took Bai Wei's arm and said with a smile, "And I know that I will definitely gain weight after eating the food my mother cooked, so I purposely lost a few catties and moved in advance."

Bai Wei felt sad and helpless, "You child!"

Mu Zi smiled and asked: "Have you made that? Braised soybeans and pig's trotters in soy sauce, I really want to eat it!"

"It's done!" Bai Wei laughed at her daughter's gluttony, "There are also pan-fried Argentine red shrimp and sweet and sour lotus root box."

"Mom, you're so kind!" Mu Zi acted like a baby.

When she was about to enter the house, she remembered the attendants behind her, and Mu Zi said to Bai Wei: "Mom, Situ's family gave me some people, I want to make arrangements, you go in first."

Bai Wei glanced at the mighty team behind Mu Zi, nodded, and obediently entered the room.

Muzi's manager, named Shen Cong, is a man in his thirties, of medium build, without a smile on his face, but looks very calm and reliable.

Mu Zi handed him a card and explained: "Eight people are enough to stay in the villa, and for the rest, you take them to Qingjiang Pier 10, where I have a yacht, you go there to settle down first. The yacht is empty now, and it can accommodate forty or fifty people. Hire a group of crew and drivers as soon as possible, and I will go to the lower reaches of the Qingjiang River the day after tomorrow at the latest. The money in the card is for you to spend, and I will buy a few more cars by the way. go out."

Shen Guanshi said: "Miss, Mr. President gave us the fee before we came."

Raising so many people requires high expenses, and it is impossible for Situ Yan to leave them to Mu Zi and leave them alone.

Mu Zi was silent for a moment, then still handed the card to Shen Cong, and said softly: "Then use the money to buy some clothes, it's my wish, Qingjiang is more humid than Jingling, remember to buy some regular medicines."

"Thank you, miss." The steward went to make arrangements immediately.

Mu Zi felt that the manager Situ Yan had chosen for her was very good, he didn't talk much, and had a steady temper.

The steward left eight people behind, six guarding the outside of the small western-style building, two guarding the house, and the rest were taken away.

Bai Wei turned her head to look at them from time to time, seeing that these people had guns pinned to their waists, she couldn't help but tremble with fear, and said to Mu Zi, "Is it very risky to be the president's daughter?"

Mu Zi comforted Bai Wei with a smile: "Mom, this is called ostentation, ostentation!"

In fact, what she was guarding against was not the party that was hostile to the president, but the person she was guarding against was Huo Zheng.

It has been more than a month since the incident, has Huo Zheng accepted Huo Rong's death? Is he still searching for Huo Rong's body? Does he regret what he did?

While eating the food, Mu Zi's mind wandered wildly.

"I almost forgot, let's drink this." Bai Wei suddenly remembered something, walked aside, took out a can of juice from the cardboard box and put it on the table, "Your brother sent it back from abroad and said it was a Brazilian specialty, a kind called Wild berry drink from guarana."

— patter.

The chopsticks in Mu Zi's hand fell to the ground.

Seeing her surprised, Bai Wei said: "You are also shocked, aren't you? When he comes back, I must give him a good meal! He ran abroad without saying a word, and didn't even call back. Isn't this intentional to make people anxious? Is it? You are such an old man, and you are still so incomprehensible in doing things, oh..."

Mu Zi bent down and picked up the chopsticks without making a sound.

Bai Wei took the chopsticks away from her hand, turned and went to the kitchen: "I'll change a pair for you."

Mu Zi was silent, and after a while, she got up and walked to the side of the cardboard box. There was still half of the international express ticket stuck on it, and the sender was Murong Cheng.

...Murong Cheng, are you abroad?